God Knows What We'll Do Before We Die - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
God Knows What We'll Do Before We Die. 
As new songs are very rare, I've a new one here prepared, I hope it will not fail to please you all; My subject it is new, I'll quickly prove to you. Your attention for a moment I will call. How often do we meet an outcast on the street. And with a scornful glance we pass him by; Let us give to him a hand, and remember he's a man, For God knows what we'll do before we die. 
How often we do meet an outcast on the street, Perhaps she was the sunlight of her home; Perhaps a mother's love smiles on her from above. But now as a poor outcast she must roam. For, alas, the tempter came, and left on her a stain. Then left her in her sorrow for to die; Let's try every little plan to reclaim her if we can, For God know s what we'll do before we die. 
How often do we meet a poor drunkard on the street, And with scornful glance we pass him by; Is there not one pitying eye for this poor wretch as he goes by? The puplic call him nothing but a vag. Perhaps he'd ground and gold ere rum had its hold. Who knows but in society he moved high; Let us give him a hand, and remember he's a man, For God knows what we'll do before we die. 
In conclusion now I pray, take heed of what I say. And upon a poor unfortunate do not frown; But try every little plan to assist them if you can. For God knows how they suffer when they're down. Let us with all our might try to do what is right, For we're not hid from God's all-seeing eye; Let us give them a hand, to keep them if we can, For God knows what we'll do before we die.